Friday. To bed at eleven and awakening half an hour before the alarm to head off to breakfast, all the while thinking I'd rather drive (do they enforce the meters this morning?), but the head clearing as the walk progressed and another morning evolves as they have in the past to walk home in pretty good condition. The day has started well, this “not a holiday, the day before the 4th”, although, I'm sure, half the working population is still in bed this early in the morning.

You sure about that?

I'm guessing, but I'd bet on it if the wager were modest.

Later. A bus downtown to get off at the Latham Square construction area, no sign of a work crew, no sign of a crew over at the apartment house construction site either, so not surprising to see so few people in the City Center or that two of the larger restaurants were closed. So, divorced as I am from the work world, we have confirmed this 3rd of July is indeed an informal holiday for most folks.

Coffee and a bun at the bagel shop, plenty of outside tables available, a walk then up Broadway toward Grand. Wasn't particularly thinking of walking all the way home, but the morning was clear and not yet too warm and so walk we did, none of this sitting at Grand and Webster waiting on a bus. Picked up a large bottle of diet Coke and a bag of peanuts at the 7-11 look-alike on the way to cover lunch and have diet Coke enough on hand to get us through the weekend. “Be prepared” the scoutmaster said. Or was that Tom Lehrer?

Later still. A slow afternoon. Some futzing with the external hard drives after they informed me they wanted to update their firmware. Pretty exciting stuff (as no one in their right mind would opine). An attempt at a nap that resulted in a period of fuzzy-headed floating for about an hour, the news droning on softly on the radio in the background.

And that's been about it on this warm up into the seventies somewhat humid day. We might stick our head out again to take a look at the lake, then again we might not.

Evening. Another New Tricks I've seen before followed by a Midsomer Murders that I hadn't. My, my. I seem to have watched both episodes straight through without particular discomfort or damage. Is it possible as we grow older we grow more mature?